Title: Fifty Each

Alternate Story Title: Phones Calls Are Too Impersonal

Chapter Title: The Messages

Alternate Chapter Title: I Need To Talk To You, But I'm Too Nervous

Summary: "It wasn't fifty messages!" "It was fifty each." Ben keeps leaving Kevin messages, but he can't seem to ever get up the nerve to tell Kevin what he's calling about.

Pairings(s): Kenji/Bevin

Rating: T. May change later.

Warning(s): GAYNESS/MALExMALE relationships; Might get a little (read: very) raunchy later on.

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"It wasn't fifty messages!"

"It was fifty each." Kevin gave him that odd glare-stare-look that seemed to have become hi permanent expression.

Ben rolled his eyes.

Kevin failed to mention that he'd gotten the messages first.

And that he'd actually gotten fifty-one.

.

And what the last message had said.

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"Hey Kevin… It's Ben. Again. Sorry for calling you so many times, but I still can't find you. I need to talk to you, okay? About… something important. Call me… Please. I really, really, really need to talk to you." Kevin heard the sound of a breath being taken, as though Ben had something more to say but couldn't figure out how to word it. Finally, there was a sigh. "See ya, Kev."

Kevin growled and snapped his phone shut. "Only Gwen calls me that."

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Kevin rolled his eyes and offered the cousins a ride home. They thanked him and climbed into the Camaro. Kevin took something of a back route from the park back to their houses that landed them at Gwen's place first. She seemed a bit confused but thanked Kevin and clambered out. Ben looked rather startled by this development as well, but when Kevin took him somewhere quite a distance from his place, he appeared absolutely bewildered.

"K-Kevin?" he asked. "What are you doing?"

"You said yourself in that message that you wanted to talk to me. Alone. So spill."

Ben blushed and remained silent, pondering the wisdom of that last call now that it had come back and bit him in the ass.

Kevin rolled his eyes (again) and said, "Out with it, Benji. I don't actually have all night, ya'know."

Ben laughed and shrugged nervously. "You'd laugh," he told Kevin. "I don't know why I wanted to tell you in the first place, you'll just make even more fun of me than you do already."

"I won't, Benji, I promise." Kevin sighed mentally. This one was worse than a 13-year-old girl sometimes.

"No, really, it's nothing," Ben said, trying to quietly open the door of the car. The latch came undone rather more loudly than Ben would have liked, so he shoved the door open, jumped out, said, "See ya later, Kevin," and ran off.

"I have a car, Tennyson…" Kevin sighed and shrugged it off. If the kid didn't want to talk, it wasn't his problem.

Except that he would probably drive himself insane trying to figure out what Ben had wanted to tell him, and why the kid had trusted him over Gwen, who, incidentally, was his cousin.

"Whatever. If he wants to talk, fine. If he doesn't, fine." Kevin turned the car around and started driving back to his apartment (1).

Then it started raining.

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SOMEONE KILL ME NAO PLZ. I seriously deserve to die. I'M SO SORRY I'M A PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING AND THAT I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN LIKE A YEAR BUT… I don't even know. I just kind of… lost it. That spark, I mean, the thing that makes me love/want to writing/write. (Yes, I realize that was ridiculously confusing. Bear with me, it's midnight and I'm tired.) People roll their eyes a lot in this, don't they? I tried to stop having them do that so much after I noticed… I'm not bothering to re-read and see if it worked. LOL.

Um, also: I'm in the process of switching from one computer to another, so I've temporarily "lost" some of the stories I was working on, but I'm just gonna re-plug-in the computer with the stories on it and e-mail them to myself. So yeah. Just so you know. 8D

Anyway. So. Ya wanna know something cool? I wrote from "Kevin rolled his eyes and offered the cousins a ride home" to "This one was worse than a 13-year-old girl sometimes" on my friend's iPod… that I've kind of stolen from her since she hasn't had it in like three weeks. BUT ANYWAY. It was really fun to write on it, I'm not gonna lie. LOL. Anyway.

Review? 'Cause I feel like I'm all rusty and out-of-practice. So yeah.

(1) No, I don't know where Kevin lives. I just figure he has an actual, ya'know, apartment/flat/condo or something since I've heard references to him "having a party at his place." So yeah.

P.S. I say "So yeah" and "Anyway" waaaaaaaay too often. D8
P.P.S Over-italicizing fail is FAIL. DDDD8
P.P.P.S Sorry about the period in the first section, FF won't let me have an extra line there otherwise. DX